Today in the mail, I received a letter that I wrote to myself in 8th grade. It's safe to say a lot has changed, and a lot has remained the same. I wrote a little note about people who I should look up, and ironically I still know all of them so it's not even necessary.  Most of it was funny, saying who my crushes were at the time or funny memories. One thing really bothered me though. On the question, "Something that no one knows about me" I wrote, "I hate my face. I am actually so unhappy with myself sometimes." I wanted to melt- it was if I could feel my own pain at the time. I don't even remember being unhappy, but it sure as hell seemed like I was. I also wrote that I learned "not to trust too easily," something of which was completely reiterated in high school. It's so strange to see how far I've come but how much has also remained the same. Learning things takes such a long time sometimes. It's hard to look back and remember yourself as unhappy during certain times in your life. It's also hard to think about how you'll definitely have more moments like that in the future- it's kind of scary. I'm glad I wrote it though, it's fun to go back four years and think about how long ago that actually was, even if it seems like just yesterday.